Reborn as a Snake: Many Children, Many Blessings, Only I, the Green Snake Immortal

Huang Xin wanted to sneer at this.

Taking advantage of someone's misfortune, however, is interpreted by this person as a sign of goodwill.

If he believed that, he would have lived all these years in vain.

The reason the Three Saints Sect was willing to send the medicinal herbs back was probably because they were afraid of the new sect leader's fearsome reputation.

Sending gifts is one thing, but inquiring about the sect leader's situation indirectly is another.

Looking at the other person's smiling face, Huang Xin only replied, "Thank you for your trouble."

There wasn't even a simple "please".

He didn't want to talk to this person anymore.

The sect leader chased after the enemy despite being wounded during the battle at Kunqian Mountain. These events were witnessed by eyewitnesses and could not be kept secret for long.

Those cultivators who lingered outside the mountain gate were probably also pondering this matter.

Everyone fears the blue-robed demon who killed a grandmaster, but what if it's a demon who's seriously injured and on the verge of collapse?

Huang Xin dared not think any further.

He still remembered the sect leader coughing up blood in the sea of ​​fire.

Others hear rumors, but he sees real injuries.

The new sect leader's cultivation level far surpasses his own, and he couldn't say for sure how long it would take for him to recover, nor did he have the courage to ask.

What I fear most now is that someone will hide this kind of inquiry behind a smile.

He would say one thing, and the other person would follow up with another question. In the end, he probably wouldn't even know how much he had revealed.

What I'm dealing with right now is far more than just a few polite words.

If you say something wrong and someone takes it out and spreads it around, it could bring about a major disaster.

After waiting for a while, the envoy from the Three Saints Sect saw that he had no intention of inviting anyone in, so he took the initiative to say, "Now that the medicinal herbs have been delivered, we would also like to pay our respects to your sect leader."

"The sect leader does not receive guests."

Huang Xin answered decisively.

The other person's smile paused for a moment, then he quickly said, "Elder Huang, we've come here not just for the medicinal herbs. We've heard that your sect has a new sect leader, so our Three Saints Sect has prepared a grand congratulatory gift and would like to offer our congratulations in person."

"I understand your family's intentions."

"The one offering congratulations is the sect leader, not Elder Huang. How can you accept this sentiment on his behalf?"

The messenger spoke politely, but showed no sign of leaving.

"They should at least let us meet them to show proper courtesy. Otherwise, if we go back, won't people say that the Three Saints Sect doesn't know the rules?"

Huang Xin's expression grew increasingly grim.

This person tried to silence him by offering gifts, clearly indicating that he was determined to see the sect leader.

If it were just a matter of returning the medicinal herbs, the matter should have ended there.

They then presented a large congratulatory gift, as if preventing him from entering would be a breach of etiquette for the Yandao Sect.

"It is inconvenient to disturb someone who is in seclusion."

Huang Xin only replied with this one sentence.

He didn't know how far the sect leader's injuries had progressed, and he dared not lead anyone over casually. What were these people thinking while offering their congratulations? Did he even need to guess?

But getting rid of people isn't that easy.

The more anxious you are, the more likely the other party will suspect something is amiss.

Huang Xin resisted the urge to reprimand him. He had originally intended to send this person away to avoid further complications at the mountain gate, but now things were getting worse and worse.

The messenger noticed his momentary hesitation and a thought suddenly struck him.

There was definitely a problem!

The rumors that the Green-Clad Demon was seriously injured in Kunqian Mountain are probably true.

Otherwise, why would Huang Xin be so nervous, even repeatedly blocking people who came to deliver gifts?

Before he came, he was also wary of that record.

Who would dare to provoke someone who can kill a Grandmaster?

In retrospect, that caution was perhaps a bit excessive.

Even the fiercest person, once seriously injured, will not be able to act as fiercely as before.

Now is the time to see it for ourselves.

Once you see someone, you can always get some clues about the extent of their injuries.

If we wait until he recovers completely before trying to get our hands on that magical treasure, it will be much harder.

The envoy didn't intend to do anything on his own.

With the sect backing him up and elders outside, he wouldn't have to face the new sect leader alone.

Besides, the medicinal herbs have been sent back, and the congratulatory gift has been presented. Even if the rumors are wrong, I am just an envoy who came to offer my congratulations.

There are both options: to advance or retreat. Why not give it another try?

The envoy glanced at the mountain gate behind Huang Xin, and his greed gradually overshadowed his scruples.

The opportunity might just fall into the hands of the Three Saints Sect!

He stopped smiling and stood up straight.

"Elder Huang, we've come with sincere intentions. Isn't it inappropriate for you to stop us like this?"

Huang Xin sensed the change in his tone and looked up to stare at him.

"I have made myself very clear."

"Then I won't hide it from you. Elder Zheng Wanjun of our Three Saints Sect is right outside the mountain gate right now."

The envoy paused briefly before continuing, "Elder Zheng is a Grandmaster. He has come all this way in person; surely he can't be denied an audience with your sect leader."

Zheng Wanjun!

Huang Xin's heart sank.

No wonder this person refused to leave; it turns out there was a grandmaster waiting behind him.

In the past, when the elders of the Three Saints Sect came to visit, Zhang Xun and others would naturally step in.

Now that the new sect leader is in seclusion to heal his injuries, the people who came first blocked him here, and then used the title of Grandmaster to pressure him. How can a fourth-rank disciple like him cope?

"It's one thing to disrespect me," the envoy said, his tone hardening. "But are you even going to disrespect Elder Zheng?"

Sweat beaded on Huang Xin's forehead.

He really wanted to retort, "So what if he's a grandmaster? Aren't there plenty of people who have died at the hands of the new sect leader?"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to say them.

How fierce the sect leader was back then and how serious his injuries are now are two different things.

If I speak recklessly here and actually attract the attention of that person outside, how will I handle the situation?

Seeing that he remained silent, the messenger became even more convinced that he had guessed correctly.

He raised his chin slightly, about to speak again, when suddenly a patch of blue appeared before his eyes.

Before he could even see the person's face clearly, a hand had already grabbed his neck and lifted him off the ground!

The messenger's eyes widened suddenly, and his hands instinctively grabbed the wrist, trying to break free.

Not moving.

His foot kicked in the air, his throat was gripped tightly, and the words that were about to come out were instantly cut into a series of indistinct breaths.

Standing in front of him was Xu Qing.

The nine breaths of breathing combined with the essence of life have completely healed his injuries.

At this moment, he remained calm, holding the messenger in one hand without even swaying his arm.

The envoy's face flushed red, his fingers gripping Xu Qing's hand tightly, and only one thought remained in his mind.

When did he arrive?

I was just talking to Huang Xin a moment ago, how did I end up in his hands in the blink of an eye?

He believed his cultivation was not weak and had fought and killed others before.

Even if you can't stop the enemy, you should at least have a chance to dodge and fight back.

But from the moment that figure in green entered his sight until his feet left the ground, he didn't even have time to raise his hand to stop it.

The messenger mustered all his strength, his arms taut, trying to gain a little breathing space from that palm.

However, the restraint on his throat remained tight, and his struggles didn't even elicit a frown from the other party.

His breathing became increasingly difficult, and the shock and anger in his eyes quickly turned into fear!

He had seen this face in a portrait.

The Demon in Green!

The person he had been so eager to see was now standing right in front of him.

The so-called gift-giving, congratulations, and saving face for Elder Zheng were all stuck in their throats at this moment.

His mouth was open, his chest heaving rapidly, and only intermittent muffled sounds could be heard.

The expressions of the Three Saints Sect disciples who had followed them changed drastically.

They recognized Xu Qing and were speechless with shock when they saw the envoy being lifted up with one hand.

The messenger still held Xu Qing's wrists with both hands, staring intently at him, trying to find a hint of reassurance in that calm face.

Xu Qing simply looked at him, maintaining the position of choking him, and slowly spoke.

"Come on, point in a direction. Where is your elder? I'll go and give him some face."